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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.