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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.