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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Sparks,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.