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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.