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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Lyres,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Index,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.