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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.