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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.