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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.