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 France and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.