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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.