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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.