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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gladiators 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.