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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Gong,
The Doors,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.