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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.