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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.