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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.