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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.