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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.