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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.