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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.