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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.