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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
X-101,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.