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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.