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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.