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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.