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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.