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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.