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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 10cc 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.