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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.