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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.