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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.