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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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?
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.