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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.