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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.