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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.