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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.