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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Television,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.