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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.