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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Liliput,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.