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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.