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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.