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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
UT,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.