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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.