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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.