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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.