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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.