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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.