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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Dead Boys 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.