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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.