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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.