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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.