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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.