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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Fear,
The Evens,
Erasure,
UT,
David Bowie,
Mars,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.