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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.