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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wire to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Quantec,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.