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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.