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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.