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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.