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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Pole,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.