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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.