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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.