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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.