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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.