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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.