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 Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 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 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.