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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.