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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.