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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.