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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.