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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.