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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.