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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
the Association,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.