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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.