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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
ABBA,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Scion,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.