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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.