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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Smog,
Can,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.