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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Unwound,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Franke,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.