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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.