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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Malaria! to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.