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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.