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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Crime,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.