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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.