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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.