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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.