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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.