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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.