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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.