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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.