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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.