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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.