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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.