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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Monks,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.