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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Brick,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.