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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.