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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.