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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.