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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
JFA,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.