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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Can,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
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.