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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Gong,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.