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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.