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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.