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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.