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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.