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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.