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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.