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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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?
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.