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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.