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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.