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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Litter to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.