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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 rock 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 a sitar and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.