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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Can,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.