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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Faust,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.