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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.