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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.