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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.