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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.