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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.