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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.