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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.