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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.