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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
AZ,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Television,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.