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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.