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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.