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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.