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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Q65,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.