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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.