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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
The Fall,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.