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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Fear,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.