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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
the Slits,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.