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 Italy and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.