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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.