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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Victims to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.