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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.