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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Pylon,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.