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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.