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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 The Raincoats to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.