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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.