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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Pole,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.