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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.