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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
DNA,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.