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 Italy and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.