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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s.
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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
The Busters,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Skarface,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.