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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.