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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Real Kids to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.