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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.