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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
The Wake,
Technova,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.