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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 organ and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.