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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.