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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.