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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.