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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
X-101,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.