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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.