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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
PIL,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.