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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Oneida,
CMW,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.