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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.