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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.