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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.