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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.