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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.