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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
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.