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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.