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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.