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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Swans,
Technova,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.