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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
10cc,
Index,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.