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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Erasure,
DNA,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.