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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.