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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.