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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Qualms,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.