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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.