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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Television,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.