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 Senegal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.