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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
The Names,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
CMW,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.