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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
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.