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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.