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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.