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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.