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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.