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 Canada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.