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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Whodini 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.