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 Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.