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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Scion,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Erasure,
Television,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.