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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.