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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.