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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
June Days,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.