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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
X-101,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.