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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.