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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.