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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Lightning Bolt 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.