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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
10cc,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.