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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Gun Club to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.