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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Visage,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.