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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Gong,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.