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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti 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 jazz 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.