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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.