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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
CMW,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.