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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Lyres,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.