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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.