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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.