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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.