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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.