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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.