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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.