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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.