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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.