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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.