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 Qatar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.