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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.