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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.