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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.