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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.