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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.