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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 an oboe 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Technova,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.