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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.