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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.