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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Techniques 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.