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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.