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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.