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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.