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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.