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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Gong,
Qualms,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.