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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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?
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.