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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Index,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.