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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 a sitar and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.