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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 MC5 to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 güiro 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.