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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Echospace,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.