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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.