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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
New Order,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.