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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.