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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.