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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Technova,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.