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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.