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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Brick,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.