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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.