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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.