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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Index,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.