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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.