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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.