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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.