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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.