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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.