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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.