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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.