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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.