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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
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.