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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.