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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.