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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.