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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Television,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.