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 Indonesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 AZ to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.