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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.