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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.