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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.