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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.