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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Los Fastidios to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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?
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.