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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.