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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Yaz,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Can,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.