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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 B.T. Express 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.