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 Ghana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
The Fall,
Franke,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.