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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Gories,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.