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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.