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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Symarip,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.