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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
the Swans,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.