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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
MC5,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.