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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.