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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.