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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.