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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.