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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and an oboe 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.