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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.