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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.