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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jandek 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Technova,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.