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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.