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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.