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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Pole,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Wings,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.