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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.