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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Durutti Column to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
The Gories,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.