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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.