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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Excepter,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.