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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.