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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.