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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.