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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Mars,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.