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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.