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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.