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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Scientists to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.