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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.