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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.