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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.