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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.