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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.