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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.