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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.