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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.