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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.