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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.