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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.