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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the disco 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.