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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Excepter,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.