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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.