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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.