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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.