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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.