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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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?
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.