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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Visage,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.