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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.