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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.