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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chrome to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.