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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Mars,
Faust,
Darondo,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.