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 Brazil and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.