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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.