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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.