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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Scion,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.