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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.