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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
PIL,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.