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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.