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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry 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.