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 Canada 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.