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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.