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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.