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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Japan,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.