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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The New Christs to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Can,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.