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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Order to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.