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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 rhodes and an organ 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.