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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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?
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
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.