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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.