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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
New Order,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.