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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.