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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
The Index,
Brick,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.