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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.