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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
John Holt,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.