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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.