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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.