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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.