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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.