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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.