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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.