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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.