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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.