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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.