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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
UT,
Nico,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.