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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.