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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Franke,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.