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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.