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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Niagra 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.