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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Monks,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.