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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Can,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.