Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.