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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.