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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
the Slits,
ABC,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.