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 France and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.