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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the rap 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Magma,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.