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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.