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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.