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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the disco 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.