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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Magma,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.