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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
CMW,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.