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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.