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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.