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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.