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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.