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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.