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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.