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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.