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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.