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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Japan,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.