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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.