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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Can,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.