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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
DNA,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.