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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.