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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Q65,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.