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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.