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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.