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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.