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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.