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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.