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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.