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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.