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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Associates to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.