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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.