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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.