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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Make Up to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.