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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.