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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.