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 Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Television,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Visage,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.