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 Canada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.