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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.