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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Mars,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.