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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Selecter 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.