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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.