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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.