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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 The Smiths 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.