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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.