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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.