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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.