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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dual Sessions 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.