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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.