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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.