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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.