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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 sitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Motorama,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.