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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.