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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.