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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.