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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.