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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.