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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.