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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Litter 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.