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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
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.