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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wake to the grime 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.