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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.