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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.