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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.