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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.