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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.