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 United States and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.