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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.