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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.