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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.