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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Near. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.