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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.