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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.