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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.