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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.