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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.