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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
10cc,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.