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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.