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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.