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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Litter,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.