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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 a sitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Franke,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Magazine,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.