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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.