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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Can,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.