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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Faust,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.