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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Crime,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.