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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.