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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.