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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Fear,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Darondo,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.