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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Shanghai and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.