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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
10cc,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.