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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.