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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.