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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.