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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.