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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ludus to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
AZ,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.