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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the jazz 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.