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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.