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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.