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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.