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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Sneak 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.