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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.