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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.