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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.