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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.