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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.