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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.