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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.