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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.