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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.