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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.