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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.