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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.