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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.