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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.