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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Hashim,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.