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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.