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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.