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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
X-101,
DNA,
Nico,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.