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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.