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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Evens to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.