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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.