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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.