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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.