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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Franke,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.