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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
X-101,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.