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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.