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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.