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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.