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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.