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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Index,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.