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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Section 25,
AZ,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.