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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Gong,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
The Names,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.