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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Liliput,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.