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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.