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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.