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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.