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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.