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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.