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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.