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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.