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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Television,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.