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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.