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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Can,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.