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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.