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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.