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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Index to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.