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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.