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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Ten City,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.