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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.