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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.