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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.