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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.