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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.