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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.