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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.