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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.