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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.