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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Can,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.