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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
New Order,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.