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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.