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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All a-ha 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.