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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.