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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.