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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.