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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.